Moving Rock

With the nights drawing in, evening dog walks are tipping over into dog walks in the dark and needing torches again. Tonight there was just about enough daylight left to see where I was going, but I stopped and turned my torch on when I thought the ground was moving. I was this lucky little guy, who I assume is a toad (from the way it seemed to be moving and the lumpy back?) but feel free to correct me if you actually know.

Anyway, for the rest of the walk the head torch stayed on.